‎Day 0045 of 1000 Days.

‎The Secret Source of My Father's Wealth

‎Part Eight.

‎It was late in the night. Mr Kunle had slept. Mum had slept. All I could hear was the bark of Jago. 

‎I stood up to peer through the window. Nothing was on sight but only God knew what Jago saw. It could probably be dad's moving ghost.

‎As I was about to move back to sleep, a wild thought came to my mind. It was crazy but assuring. 

‎To mum's room, I marched to. She was fast and furiously asleep. Her snore bored me through her room. As I remembered that Mr Kunle would be leaving anytime soon, I told myself that it had to be now or never. 

‎'Mum, please, wake up', I jostled her slowly. She woke up almost instantly. She was not the sleeping-with-all-your-totality person. 

‎'Danjuma, what is it?' Her eyes moved towards the wall clock. 'It is midnight already. I had a stressful day, please'. 

‎'Mum. You know I love you, right?'

‎'Danjuma, please, can we talk in the morning?' A yawn followed and then a doze.

‎'Mum, please, wake up'. 

‎Mum refused to wake up and so I stood up quietly and disappointingly. But then, the previous thought lingered. This time, it was stronger.

‎'Mum, I know you can hear me. I know you are still young. But, please, if you are re-considering marriage, please, consider Mr Kunle. He is a good man. And this might actually be the reason God used me, I mean us, to save him'.

‎That night, I walked out of mum's room, fulfilled like a man who died empty- a man who carried no 'music' to his grave.‎

‎Before I closed my eyes that night, I thought what I said was inconsiderate. But then, a strong impulse kept nudging me- telling me it was right.

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